Brandon's P.O.V
"No..... No.... Don't hurt me. Please.", The kid kept on crying over and over again.
I stood frozen near the seat to which the kid was tied to. The ropes strangled him bad and pierced through his skin. He was young and vulnerable. He looked so familiar, like a mini me. In fact it was the twelve years old me.
I looked around to see the surroundings.
It was the same black room, the dark room, the same basement in which I used to be left tied to for days.
"You won't learn, if you kept on being a brat. You need to learn!"
My eyes traced the source of the voice, there, he stood. The man who ruined me, broke me and made me into the monster I am today.
He left the room, locking it from the outside. I heard a woman begging her to let go off the child. I instantly recognized
